A newsletter about travel after kids.
It may be that I reside in Manhattan, arguably the most overwhelming metropolis on Earth in which to live. It could be the unending, alluring way in which travel invigorates the need to see and do more. Whatever the reason may be, gradually but conspicuously, the travel experiences that leave the most lasting affect on me are increasing those in smaller and lesser-known places as opposed to major capitals or commercially visible locals.
Read MoreYears and years of friends’ Birthright trips to Israel filtered through social media showed jaunts to the hyper-saline Dead Sea. Consuming the images of bright blue sky and eerily buoyant water, it hadn’t quite occurred to me that if one were to follow the Sea up and around they would encounter the occupied Palestinian territory of the West Bank and, eventually, run right into the environmentally diverse country of Jordan.
Read MoreIn 2011, I embarked on a two week volunteer trip to Lima, Peru during which time I read Alain de Botton's The Art of Travel. One weekend my group drove south to the massive Huacachina sand dunes, a boundless desert playground for visitors. We raced around in dune buggies and took turns sand-boarding, an activity in which one sits on a small surf board and speeds down the side of a dune the size of a Manhattan building from top to bottom.
Read MoreOur trip to Dubai turned out to be something of a given. Once we pulled the trigger on the Emirates flights, we had friends to travel with, a place to stay and an itinerary essentially laid out for us thanks to those friends. Jordan was our wild card.
Read MoreThe 1.5 hour drive between Dubai and Abu Dhabi reveals a vast desert landscape and with a sprinkling of seemingly random corporate headquarters alongside kitschy theme parks. Well, random only until one recalls the free trade zone that entices businesses to lay roots here and the persistent fabricated entertainment that is elemental to the UAE and it all starts to make sense.
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